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“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”
- G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions
Open Thread! Correct this unfortunate deficiency!
Friday Recommendations! What have you been reading/writing/listening to/playing/watching lately? Shamelessly self-promote or boost the signal on something you think we should know about - the weekend’s coming up, give us something new to explore! (May or may not be cheese-related!)
~ Kristycat
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Can I join the American branch? Are there dues? I very much enjoyed it when I had the opportunity to try it.
For anyone waning to try out the ol' gjetost (pronounced something like "yay-toost," meaning "goat-cheese"), I say go for it... long as you keep in mind that it's not even vaguely like other cheeses. If you're trying it expecting something like a Camembert or Cheddar, you're going to be horribly disappointed. Really, it's "cheese" in name only, in actuality a caramelized byproduct of whey. A few other blogs I’ve read describe the taste as “salty goat’s fudge” so I guess that’s as good a description as any.
Now, as a Norwegian I pretty much grew up on the stuff -- almost all Norwegians do -- so I'm all on board with it. Keep in mind that it tends to crumble if you cut it with a knife, so use a cheese slicer. Thin slices is the way to go here. It's quite good on toast. ^_^
This has been a public service announcement from the Norwegian Society of Gjetost (which I made up just now).
For anyone waning to try out the ol' gjetost (pronounced something like "yay-toost," meaning "goat-cheese"), I say go for it... long as you keep in mind that it's not even vaguely like other cheeses. If you're trying it expecting something like a Camembert or Cheddar, you're going to be horribly disappointed. Really, it's "cheese" in name only, in actuality a caramelized byproduct of whey. A few other blogs I’ve read describe the taste as “salty goat’s fudge” so I guess that’s as good a description as any.
Now, as a Norwegian I pretty much grew up on the stuff -- almost all Norwegians do -- so I'm all on board with it. Keep in mind that it tends to crumble if you cut it with a knife, so use a cheese slicer. Thin slices is the way to go here. It's quite good on toast. ^_^
This has been a public service announcement from the Norwegian Society of Gjetost (which I made up just now).
Thank you for the warning, Hyaroo. You have only solidified my determination to eat this.
I tried this cheese a few months ago. Gjetost. It is a brown, carmelized cheese made of goat and cow's milk. It is sweet with a sour bite to it. It is really, really good to eat by itself... or in the most awesome grilled cheese ever. As someone who is allergic to milk? This stuff is still awesome.
I tried this cheese a few months ago. Gjetost. It is a brown, carmelized cheese made of goat and cow's milk. It is sweet with a sour bite to it. It is really, really good to eat by itself... or in the most awesome grilled cheese ever. As someone who is allergic to milk? This stuff is still awesome.
Gjetost is the best cheese in the world. I say this even with the smoked Gouda I've been nibbling this evening.
Gjetost is the best cheese in the world. I say this even with the smoked Gouda I've been nibbling this evening.
Now I'm trying to remember anything identifiable about a book my mother read me when I was little. There was a giant's castle, and the hero was a mouse from a family of cheesemaking mice, and the only detail I really remember is the bit where it's listing all the types of cheese they made, and it included "the cheese with the very expensive holes".
Not reading or watching anything new and exciting since last week, but I've just started playing Emily Short's Counterfeit Monkey, in which you're on the run with nothing but your wits, the clothes you stand up in, and a stolen letter remover (which can turn a crane into a cane or a rabbit into a rabbi with a single well-aimed shot).
I don't have much to say about cheese except I love eating it, but I will share a book recommendation!
A four-book series, actually: The Books of Bayern, by Shannon Hale. I'm rereading them for the third time.
The first book is The Goose Girl, which is an adaptation of the Grimm fairy tale. The others are Enna Burning, River Secrets, and Forest Born.
I don't usually listen to audiobooks, but that was how I first experienced these - they were done by Full Cast Audio, which has a different reader doing each character's dialogue. It's a very good production.
I don't have much to say about cheese except I love eating it, but I will share a book recommendation!
A four-book series, actually: The Books of Bayern, by Shannon Hale. I'm rereading them for the third time.
The first book is The Goose Girl, which is an adaptation of the Grimm fairy tale. The others are Enna Burning, River Secrets, and Forest Born.
I don't usually listen to audiobooks, but that was how I first experienced these - they were done by Full Cast Audio, which has a different reader doing each character's dialogue. It's a very good production.
I am pleased to share with you one of the Great Bad Poems of the 1800s (and patriotically pleased that the author was Canadian:
Ode on the Mammoth Cheese
We have seen the Queen of cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze --
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.
All gaily dressed soon you'll go
To the great Provincial Show,
To be admired by many a beau
In the city of Toronto.
Cows numerous as a swarm of bees --
Or as the leaves upon the trees --
It did require to make thee please,
And stand unrivalled Queen of Cheese.
May you not receive a scar as
We have heard that Mr. Harris
Intends to send you off as far as
The great World's show at Paris.
Of the youth -- beware of these --
For some of them might rudely squeeze
And bite your cheek; then songs or glees
We could not sing o' Queen of Cheese.
We'rt thou suspended from baloon,
You'd cast a shade, even at noon;
Folks would think it was the moon
About to fall and crush them soon.
James McIntyre
It may astonish you to know that Mr. McIntyre wrote several other odes to dairy products, some of which can be read here:
http://www.swiftandbored.com/mcintyre/cheese.htm
I am pleased to share with you one of the Great Bad Poems of the 1800s (and patriotically pleased that the author was Canadian:
Ode on the Mammoth Cheese
We have seen the Queen of cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze --
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.
All gaily dressed soon you'll go
To the great Provincial Show,
To be admired by many a beau
In the city of Toronto.
Cows numerous as a swarm of bees --
Or as the leaves upon the trees --
It did require to make thee please,
And stand unrivalled Queen of Cheese.
May you not receive a scar as
We have heard that Mr. Harris
Intends to send you off as far as
The great World's show at Paris.
Of the youth -- beware of these --
For some of them might rudely squeeze
And bite your cheek; then songs or glees
We could not sing o' Queen of Cheese.
We'rt thou suspended from baloon,
You'd cast a shade, even at noon;
Folks would think it was the moon
About to fall and crush them soon.
James McIntyre
It may astonish you to know that Mr. McIntyre wrote several other odes to dairy products, some of which can be read here:
http://www.swiftandbored.com/mcintyre/cheese.htm
I'm vegan for Lent, but whenever it ends, I'm definitely going to try some Gjetost, even if it means I have to walk all the way to the rich-hippie grocery store to find it. The town where I live is not a haven for cheese, but I think the rich hippies will come through for me.
Despite a pretty adamantly Catholic upbringing, I've never been a "real" Catholic. I stopped believing in God in any meaningful way around age 8 and later the persistent callousness of Cardinal Dolan et al. drove out most of the warm fuzzies I had left for Catholic school and the liturgical calendar. Catholic Easter and Catholic Christmas have both been spoiled for me by douchey anti-abortion homilies and other unpleasantness, but Lent is the one thing I can still love, for some reason.
Here is a poem about cheese by Albert Goldbarth.
I'm vegan for Lent, but whenever it ends, I'm definitely going to try some Gjetost, even if it means I have to walk all the way to the rich-hippie grocery store to find it. The town where I live is not a haven for cheese, but I think the rich hippies will come through for me.
Despite a pretty adamantly Catholic upbringing, I've never been a "real" Catholic. I stopped believing in God in any meaningful way around age 8 and later the persistent callousness of Cardinal Dolan et al. drove out most of the warm fuzzies I had left for Catholic school and the liturgical calendar. Catholic Easter and Catholic Christmas have both been spoiled for me by douchey anti-abortion homilies and other unpleasantness, but Lent is the one thing I can still love, for some reason.
Here is a poem about cheese by Albert Goldbarth.
*fingers tapping* Yes, yes my pretty! Enjoy the lovely brown cheese that looks and tastes like fudge! Doo it! Join us in enjoying this horribly bad for you but so wonderfully creamy delight! Yes! Yes! Even us poor people with lactose intolerance that pretends to be a pollen allergy cannot resist! For it is a marvel of yumminess! YEESS!
*pauses. recovers*
I mean, I'm glad to hear others enjoy it too!
On topic, a commercial I once saw:
For millions of years,
Man thought the moon
Was made of cheese.
In 1969,
We went there and discovered
It was made of rock.
We haven't been back since.
Behold,
The Power of Cheese.
-The American Dairy Association (Formatted by chris the cynic)
This, of course, ignores the fact that we went back later that same year, tried to go back the year afterward but had some problems (Apollo 13, they made a movie about it) did go back they year after that (twice) and the year after that (twice.) Not to mention the fact that there was never a time when the human population actually thought the moon was made out cheese.
Still, by inserting line breaks and changing some letters from lowercase to capital I think it's a (very bad) poem about cheese in three stanzas of three lines each.
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How did I come so late to a shameless self promotion thread? Clearly I'm falling down on the job.
First post since last time: a long and rambling post on many topics. Honestly, looking over it, I'm not sure I can come up with a better description than that.
I pointed out that the reason for my output dropping so much is that I'm not well at the moment. That also contains my description of feeling-hearing, a sense that may more may not have an official name that involves "hearing" with a part of your body other than your ears. If that doesn't immediately make sense to you, you might want to go to the post and read the first footnote which is much more in depth.
I was asked to share an infographic comparing the cost of the corporate tax loophole to the cost of not cutting various things the sequester cut. At the the time (four days ago) I was expecting to have another post up later in the day, as I write this there isn't one. But there will be because I've written stuff here that needs to be transferred to the blog.
So Snarky Twilight - Non Food Analogies in which Bella demonstrates that her imagination is not as constrained as Edward's, and The Van Scene, if Alice used her power.
For a fun SF adventure, I recommend Back to the Moon by Homer Hickam, in which some guys hijack a space shuttle to see if they're right about something on the moon!
For a fun SF adventure, I recommend Back to the Moon by Homer Hickam, in which some guys hijack a space shuttle to see if they're right about something on the moon!
I would love to see some cheese poetryBe careful what you wish for, you might get it. According to the Unix fortune file, the eighteenth-century poet John Armstrong wrote the immortal line, "that which Cestria sends, tenacious paste of solid milk" about Cheshire cheese.
I would love to see some cheese poetryBe careful what you wish for, you might get it. According to the Unix fortune file, the eighteenth-century poet John Armstrong wrote the immortal line, "that which Cestria sends, tenacious paste of solid milk" about Cheshire cheese.
...Now I want cheese. Delicious, delicious cheese. But I am at work, sadly unable to procure any cheese for myself right now. Alas. I want to hug those wheels of cheese in that picture.
I'm reading "Parisians: An Adventure History of Paris." It is very interesting and varied, b/c pretty much the only common thread between the stories (which are non-fiction) is that they happened in Paris. The first story was a little off-putting, but the rest has been very enjoyable.
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